Professor past is making house calls
In my room and on my floor
With the headphones blaring
Loud enough to close the people out

Loud enough to stop the voices
In my yard and in my thoughts
Even though I've hurt some feelings
Loud enough to drown them out

Professor now and here we are
Looking at the ceiling tiles
Getting up into my chair
Women floating everywhere

Is he showing what he is
Now I see a darker side
Is it how he sees it all
With the vision of a child

Let the good doctor do his job
He allows for changes
His pure research project
Makes the sound my mother makes

Professor what will I become
Simon moves up to the window
Your reflection in the glass and
In the distance is a man

Genuine philanthropist
Satisfied in all respects
Now that all my dreams are real
I can tell you how I feel.

Let the good doctor do his job
He allows for changes
His pure research project
Makes the sound my mother makes

Makes the sound my mother makes
Makes the sound
Makes the sound
Makes the sound my mother makes